poems

Tears for growth

Tears for growth

19/07/17

Forgive my stupid mouth.

The atrocities are worse than war.

Your tears could sooth a thousand armies,

Should they experiance what you’ve shed them for.

I’m sorry, words I never say and seldom feel.

Experiance as I don’t know what to say nor why at all I’m real.

Forgive my stupid mouth and with forgiveness may you heal.

My opinion is a sour crust beside the pizza top of life.

Any facts I may have spoken come with a spread of lies.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

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Everything she’d written

Everything she’d written

01/06/2017

Everything she’d written, she’d written with her tongue.

The business man’s affections,

The words to her favourite song.

Her diary of mistakes.

Her heart was full of scars.

The notes she penned in teardrops, wedged within a jar of hearts.

Christmas came and went, the good man never glanced her way.

She always had the answers.

Her tongue unleashed could play:

The violin.

The Mandolin,

The secret saddle sushi.

If she wanted anything she got the best of Gucci.

Everything she’d written, she’d written with her tongue.

Her heart and mind combined could not correct that wrong.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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